"Sick Day" - A Poem

Can’t go in service,
Nuh-uh, no way,
I’d love to, Mom, really,
But I’m just too sick today!

My temperature is soaring,
Must be a hundred-and-three!
All my toes are swollen
And there’s a weird pain in my knees…

My throat is literally on fire,
I promise it’s no trick,
Gotta be careful with these things Mom,
Don’t wanna get you sick

I’d love to knock on doors, really,
But I can’t in this condition,
No, you go on, let me rest,
You have my permission

I’d just slow you down out there,
Limping along in a daze,
People would start to wonder about
What kinda kid you raised.

No, I really oughta get some sleep,
Maybe I’ll be better by noon,
And I know what you’re thinking,
And NO, I won’t just watch cartoons!

I wish you the best out there today,
Hope you have plenty success,
But me, I just can’t quite make it out,
I really need some rest…

Thanks for understanding, Mom,
I really think it might be smallpox,
But if I just take this morning off–
Hey, wait, where are you taking my Xbox?!

The New World

( I've been writing some children's poetry lately and thought I'd share a sample. Enjoy!)

In the New World,
What will you do?
Will you sail the seven seas?
Will you learn to play the flute?

In the New World,
What will you be?
A carpenter? An architect?
A zoologist trainee?

In the New World,
Where will you go?
Across the endless oceans,
Or to the depths below?

In the New World,
What will you eat?
The sweetest rhubarb pie?
The coldest ice cream treat?

In the New World,
Where will you live?
On a mountaintop?
In a field of katydids?

In the New World,
Who will you greet?
A resurrected ancestor?
Someone from down the street?

We cannot be certain,
Exactly what’s in store,
But the New World will be amazing
Of that, I am quite sure!